The soundscapes muzak belied Babs' inner

The soundscapes muzak belied Babs' inner turmoil. She could feel the sweat pool under her breasts as she solemnly regarded her coffee grounds. Hands shaking, Babs picked up her

packages and headed for the Post Office. Everything depended on this, her future neatly folded and packed into three plain envelopes. She wished Bon Jovi hadn't let her go. A&R men

are fickle, she thought, but Jon Bon Jovi...wasn't he in an episode of Californication? Wait what am I doing? She looked at the three envelopes, having forgotten their purpose, and

tossed them into a recycling bin, along with an assortment of discarded junk mail, ads, receipts, and coupons. "Hey, there's a sale at Penneys!" I really needed some new

ie the gnomes, which everyone knows they make the best slaves. Fortunately that day there was a discount at Penny's. I entered the store with my cart and looked for the right aisle

For three year old stock of my favourite old brown shoes. There they were, so I put them on and donated my designer boots that were uncomfortable enough to make me want to throw a

designer boot at them but the stars never lined up for that. I heard murmurings but it never happened. So with my new old brown shoes I decided to walk them across the old covered

Shrub hall in solemnity. Everyone talked about designer boots and what not. But status and brand names wasnt the answer- rather the feelings of content and confidence. A calm peace

settled over the shoe department. Sneakers slept. Pumps deflated. Nirvana flooded every sole. But the next day brought the summer clearance sale and they were all fit to be tied.